RANDY MOSS

[Chorus: kqm]
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch, I don't really share
No, I'm Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boys we diss you
He gon' need a tissue, y'know?
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch, I don't really share
No, I'm Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you
He gon' need a tissue, y'know?

[Verse 1: thekidACE]
Holla at that little pussy boy, hit me once
Play with my choppa and we run it up
Blood, sweat, and codeine in my cup
Fifteen and I'm making green, wassup bitch?
I know this shit isn't luck bitch
Feature's seventy bucks bitch
If you take a look at my gun bitch
You better know how to run
Shit!
Look at my chain it's cold as hell
Perfеct bitch like Tinkerbell
I see that bitch with hеr new Benz
She look at me I weak her well
You know we steady, [?]
So really I'm good, my soul I won't sell
I really don't do this rap talk shit
But I get on the beat and I ahahahaha- [?]!

[Chorus: kqm & kronke]
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch, I don't really share
No, I'm Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boys we diss you (Ohhhhhh)
He gon' need a tissue, y'know? (Ohhhhhh)

[Verse 2: kronke & kqm]
Woah, woah, I do not come with the talking
Fuck all those comments little bitch I been watching
Yeah, huh, yeah
Pass the rocket to the gang, I'll get the bucket
Call him Robert he gon' roll when I'm open
He gon' [?]
And your bitch ten times short, she wanna fuck it
Got em like Twiin, and she's st-st-stuttering
Damn when she throw it, she buttering me up
And your bitch ten times short, she wanna- (Ohhhhhh)
Ohhhhhhhhh
We gonna [?] it out
I can't see her today, I gotta space it out
Two bi hoes in the back, they making out
Then they gon' tell me that I made it out
Old friends switched up they be like, "How much you making now?"
Shit I can't say what I'm making now
I'm putting in more then I'm taking out
God damn, and there's a lot I'm taking out
I, I Randy Moss the bitch and I don't want her
Oh, but you still lost the bitch (Diss us boy we diss you)
I, I Randy Moss the bitch, dodging all the hoes
Three times on go
I-

[Chorus: kqm]
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch, I don't really share
No, I'm Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boys we diss you
He gon' need a tissue, y'know?

[Verse 3: SSJ Twiin]
Nah, nah
Achoo, achoo (Hehe)
Baby girl I'm feeling blessed (Yeah)
Big bodies, think I'ma put them to rest
I got thirty shots, I'ma fill up his chest (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, forward the gang into the storage
You really think I'ma fool? I'ma up the tool
I'ma make them think I'm going for it
Huh, ain't no way I'm gonna for it
I got my foot on the gas and I'm flooring
I got your bitch and she gagging and moaning
Busting em out, say top of the morning
Huh, and I hit that bitch from the backside
Pretty little bitch telling me I'm a bad guy
I just be stacking my bread cause the racks high
You must've simply not known I'm that guy
Huh, and we line them up like a stencil
Up on his big body, think it's a missile
Whew, hahaha
And watch out the cops finna whistle

[Chorus: kqm]
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch, I don't really share
No, I'm Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boys we diss you
He gon' need a tissue, y'know?